Friday, September 18, 2015

Listen to what is said but listen closely to what is not,The fore you're to remember but the latter meant to be forgot.~ Artsieladie Quote ♥

"Between The Lines"

Guilty folks will give themselves awayMore in what they don't than in what they do say.The more they try convincing you it's the truth from their lips,What they avoid saying becomes their give away tips!

Listen to the unspoken, the omitted more carefully For here lies the truth they'll wish not for you to see.Yes, read the written lines but also read between;Watch for discrepancies meant to be unseen.

If Between The Lines matches what is on the line said,The chances are good then Truth to you's been fed.But if the in between and on the lines don't match,Be the wiser one on guard and be not a fool to catch.

It may take a bit of time to figure out if one's being true,But it's time well spent to know if one's fooling you,Because over time is revealed consistency or not;Truth needs no memory but lies become forgot.

Truth is unchanging; to keep track of is not needed,Whereas lies need rehearsing, need to be repeated.If someone is lying, as their stack of lies grows bigger,They can't recall all and so they trip their own trigger.

Be forewarned, however, if you discover one who's fakeAnd can then expose them, do make no mistake,They will be displeased with you to the umpth degreeAnd your character's assassination you will come to see.

When we make amends, we close and seal cracks, Keep our footing solid as we forward make tracks. On our pathway of life, we stay on solid ground, If we walk in humbleness, always Truth bound.

When we allow our differences left without resolution, Cracks begin to form in our character's constitution. True peace can't be had or felt within our hearts, If we're burdened with the stress of many cracked parts.

So fix those Character Cracks before they're too big to fill. Remember there's a way always if there is a will To work things out amicably with the ego left excluded, While honesty and compassion with Love are included.

But if you try to resolve issues with a humble heart and mind, And the other person chooses to be unyielding and unkind, You'll be the bigger person left with no crack in your heart, While the other person will retain a cracked and broken part.

The Internet is like a jungle with so many fakes, impostors, pretenders, predators, opportunistic leeches, scam artists, hackers, stalkers, etc.. It can be difficult to weed through them all to find someone who actually is true and real. But even against the odds, we can find a true and honest soul on occasion and each find is indeed a blessing. ♥

People say they care when they don't really care at all, But it sounds good and by saying so, they don't feel as small. People tend to say what will serve themselves the best, Hoping they won't be called upon to prove by any test.

People like to say lots of stuff they don't really mean, They're simply performing so with favour they'll be seen. To keep up appearances they make sure they appear Like they are wonderful and caring as well as sincere.

Oh, all the fake personas out there, especially on the 'Net, Who profess they Love and care, and you, they never will forget, But as soon as your presence isn't as much as it used to be, They'll forget you exist along with what they claimed emphatically.

Real is real. Truth is truth. Both are constant and consistent, And so this goes with people, true friendship is persistent. Fair weather friends shine on sunny days when there's no rain, But true friends keep shining through in storminess and pain.

The 'Net is like a jungle, tough to get through, All so overgrown, at times, treacherous too, But ever so often we are blessed to find A flower in the thicket of the rarest kind.

This flower we can add to the garden in our heart, Knowing its beauty will remain, always be a part, Of who we are today and in all our days ahead, Always adding beauty uniquely in our flower bed.

Then, as for those who are plastic and pretend, They matter not as a fair weather friend. Only those who shine when our skies are grey Are the flowers we must cherish each and every day.

Their presence may be obscured when from our eyes we see, But their fragrance and their beauty in our heart will always be. A Jungle Flower is a treasure, indeed, a miracle to find Amongst the jungle of the 'Net so often fake and unkind.

It's the Little Things that DO mean the most. The "little" acts and gestures of kindness, affection, thoughtfulness, caring, and appreciation that 'seem' so insignificant, are presumed to be unnoticed and/or unappreciated mean way more to me than any big or grand display of the aforementioned. In fact I will look for the Little Things. ...And a person who pays mind to, to initiate little gestures of the aforementioned also shows positively in their character.

"The Little Things we think to do and/or to sayWarm the hearts of Loved ones in a special kind of way."~ Artsieladie Quote ♥

Little things mean the most but all too often are forgot. Like seasonings of life, without them, life has flavour not. The finest cuisine is dependent upon the richness of flavour, How seasoned with herbs and spices to enjoy and to savour.

Little things are special touches, each one a treat, Making something good more delectable and sweet. Little things without, we can exist and survive, But little things with, make us feel so much more alive.

It's the little things we tend to overlook, Seemingly too small to enter in our book, But when all is said and done and if we're minus of, A huge chunk is missing in regards to Love.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

I believe everyone has within that grows,Love in the form of a gorgeous rose.But some keep it buried under mountains of debris,Kept in total darkness, their rose, no one can ever see.~ Artsieladie Quote ♥

Sometimes the prettiest rose can be found among the thorns,Behind the hurt and pain in the heart the rose adorns.~ Artsieladie Quote ♥

Until at last I'm bramble free,
A blessed warmth spreads over me.
The ice once thick is now all unfroze,
And I'm in the presence of a gorgeous rose!

As I stand in awe at this sight profound,
I know I'm standing on precious ground,
For the gorgeous rose glowing before my eyes,
Grows from the heart of the soul it beautifies.

I longed to touch but I refrained,
Such beauty before me mustn't be waned.
Should I touch, would it disappear?
Just the thought brought me fear.

My being possessed with adulation,
My heart touched, full transformation,
For suddenly I felt consumed by Love
And all its magic, made hence, thereof.

All pain forgotten through my pursuit,
As I savour this delicious fruit.
For there is no greater than Love to reap
And nothing more worthy than Love to keep.

My way I made among the thorns,
I found the heart the rose adorns;
A journey again I'd gladly take,
Because and for the precious sake...
Of Love.

And now...
Through all the pain and all the grief,
I still can find such great relief,
For inside I see yet a gorgeous rose,
Still so beautiful and still it glows.
And yes, I feel and know it's true,
The beauty that beats inside of you!

1) Why is it do you suppose
I will search for one's rose;
Brave the brambles and the thorns
To seek the rose one's heart adorns?
There was a time when too
My rose was deeply hidden.
Anyone who dared to enter
Was harshly so, forbidden.
Then one day a BRAVE soul
Dared to take a chance,
Determined as they were,
Stood firm in their stance...

2) ...The bravest of souls I must say
To take on such a feat,
But through the thicket dense,
They denied defeat.
When at last they reached
My guarded, precious rose,
The rest is history now,
No more hidden as it glows.
But should my rose be harmed,
Cause my heart to pain,
Beware of serious damage,
The brambles still remain!

Rest assured, People Change from one day to the next,Leaving you in puzzlement, bewildered and perplexed.Today they'll Love you, cherish you, this they will declare,But when tomorrow rolls around, not an ounce will they care.Today, they'll profess their Love for you as solid and profound,Claim they are blessed and fortunate for having you, found.

But then suddenly in a flash, in the wink of an eye,They'll abandon ship, leave you wondering why.They'll offer no explanation for keeping their distanceNor how you've become the bane of their existence.All that endless Love today will suddenly dissipate,Be replaced by bitterness, resentment, even hate.

Where you were once their source of happiness and joy,You'll become who they talk against, seeking to employThe sympathy from others to justify their behaviour, fickle,So they can worm their way out of being in a pickle.To your face they'll pretend they don't know who you are,While with others they'll seek to your reputation mar.

While once you could trust them with your private stuff,When they turn against you, they can't spill enoughAbout you they have learned when everything was swell.They'll blabber to others what they swore they'd never tell.The trust that was built, or so you thought,Will be obliterated and they will care naught.

When a relationship dissolves, regardless of the type,All your personal details will be woven in their gripe.A best friend of today can become an enemy tomorrow,Leave you to agonize with regret and bitter sorrow.Yes, People Change, very few are constantly consistent For most are easily swayed, self disciplined resistant.

But there are a few who will and can stay the course,Treasure these few always, do value and endorse.So rare to find is one who won't cave under pressure,And such a one's value you can't ever even measure. Rest assured, People Change with the exception of a few,Who remain reliably consistent and always, always true.

So, of the most or of the few, which are you of these,Someone solid as a rock or as changeable as the breeze?Do you walk among the many or walk among the few?To what you profess and declare, how true are you?

Friday, August 14, 2015

In and throughout life, there are always "Choices" we must make and it's by the "Choices" we make, who we are as individuals is depicted. Whether we are respectable and honourable people or not is ENTIRELY "our decision", is ENTIRELY at our command. ♥

Where I have dominion, the liability rests with me,Is with who and what I choose of myself to be.There is no one else I can credit or place on the blame,Of who and what I am, either of honour or with shame.

I am a Work In Progress who can grow or not,Be someone worthy to remember or best be forgot.I can choose which path of life to travel on along,Either one of right or a path knowingly is wrong.

Because I am human, mistakes come along with being,But it's up to me as to who's I will be seeing,Whether I will see, be acknowledging of my ownOr only see and point the finger at others to atone.

I know I'll make mistakes, have made many thus far,Many have left me with a reminding, battle scar.I can deny ownership of, choose none to claim,But if I do, the lesson with, I also do the same.

I have so many Choices but it's with what I chooseThat will either lead me to win or lead me to lose.There are always Choices to be made and must beAnd it's with my Choices what reflects on me.

"The Choices we make, on who we are, reflect,Making us unappealing or someone to respect."

Saturday, July 25, 2015

The scariest thing in life can beFollowing our heart, no guarantee,What may happen, joy or pain,With all to lose or much to gain. Uncharted waters, a mystery,Can bring us joy or misery,But we can't know what could be,If we let our fears referee. In life there's always risks to take,But with our heart want no mistakeFor a wounded heart is pain to feelAnd so extremely hard to heal. ♥

*Knock, Knock*"May I come in, enter here?Let me in, please my dear.What I wear upon my sleeve,Evident to prove, not deceive,Unwrapped, unhidden, with no shame, See inscribed your given name.This special delivery I must make.A no from you I cannot take."

*Knock, Knock*"May I come in, enter here?Let me in, please my dear."

Just a crack, opens the door,Then hesitation to self explore.Who is this who does descend,A foe to fear or Loving friend?Some time passes to process thought,To take a chance or better naught.

*Knock, Knock*"May I come in, enter here?Let me in, please my dear.I come to you, your tender place,With fear of rejection on my face. Tears of joy or tears of pain,All to lose or all to gain,Will there be either, or,As here I stand at your door?"

*Knock, Knock*"May I come in, enter here?Let me in, please my dear.Both our hearts have wounded been.Neither wants to be thus again,But can we afford to pass Love by?Shouldn't we once more give Love a try?Our Love could be the Love unending,Sublime, surreal, for always transcending."

*Click, Click*The door closes with the sound behind,As within your heart, myself I find.Inside at last, in your arms so tight,My world is suddenly, perfectly right.At last I feel I'm where I've belongedIn the arms of the one for whom I've longed.I've traveled far, following my heart,But distance can't keep Love apart.

I thank You for this day, I thank You for this week.I thank You for Your Guidance with everything I seek.I thank You for Your countless blessings bestowed upon me,Especially for the Gifts to share so others can also blessed be.

I thank You for my family, those of blood and notAnd for the cherished memories I have not forgot.I thank You for my friends, every one a treasure,To say how much, there are no words to measure.

I thank You for supplying all that I may need,And for Your Patience when Your Wisdom I don't heed.I thank You for all the Miracles of Life that can't be imitatedAnd for this World of Wonders, You, with Love Created.

I thank You for the courage when I am lost and weakAnd for Your Listening even when I cannot speak.I thank You for Your Light You keep shining every day,A Beacon when I'm lost, can't seem to find my way.

I thank You for the strength when struggles grace my pathAnd Your Forgiving, when I'm besieged with bitter wrath.I thank You for Believing that I can do a task,Even when I'm doubtful about that which You ask.

I thank You for Your Words of Truth. I thank You for Your Love.I thank You for Your Presence, within, around, above.Dearest God, Most Merciful, Most Gracious, Most Adored,I Praise You, Exalt You, Most Highest, You, my Lord!

With Love always,Your thankful servant. ♥ ♥ ♥

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So often we turn to God in our times of need.
In our desperation we go to Him to plead
For His Help, His Guidance, to fix what has been broken,But when all is well, so fewer words to Him are then spoken.So this makes me wonder how often He must yearnFor some words of gratitude without requesting a return.Few of us humans like the feeling when we're being used.If only called upon to serve a purpose, we are not amused.When we deal with others, we should the Golden Rule apply,Treating others how we wish to be is the way to live by.So why do we tend to treat our Lord with the same that we rejectAnd call only upon Him when there's a favour we expect?This letter is addressed to God. I know He will Hear,From my heart to His meant to only bring Him cheer.There are no requests from me, only thankfulnessFor all the ways He Blesses me, yet too many to express. ♥ ♥ ♥

"It's easy to Love the good in one and the joy to us they bring. During the blissful times when with joy our hearts will sing.But when the one we Love has hurt us, caused us grief and dismay,And still we Love them through it and in spite of anyway,This is the Love we long for, true, surreal, and sublime,The True Love that endures all, withstands the test of time."

But few reach this level of True Love most have in their quest,Because so few are truly willing to of all themselves invest.Partial effort or a part of themselves is not what is enough,For whatever is needed must be given to and for True Love.

With all the Elements of Love, there can no shortage be,Like Trust, Forgiveness, Compassion dressed in Humility.In True Love there is no place for egos and their pride,Because egos breed the negatives, inviting a divide.

Love is being kind, affectionate, about the other caring moreThan for thyself and True Love keeps no record or no score.True Love is a journey that two souls travel on together,Where two hearts remain connected through all kinds of weather.

Both hearts must care equally and Love each other with respect,Domination, possessiveness, and jealousy, all these reject.Neither heart is more important for both compliment the whole,Both hearts are invaluable in body, mind, and soul.

True Love begins with Love, a spark of igniting the fire,But only Love that grows and deepens won’t ever then expire,Transforming into True Love few couples find obtainable,For although Love’s present, the Love’s so often unsustainable.

When some Elements of Love are missing or in short supplyAnd/or Love’s opposites are allowed to invade and amplify,The all that most expect and if not willing to give the same,Most then come up short without True Love as theirs to claim.

The True Love Journey, an elusive journey, most all hope to find,But few are willing to truly invest all, their heart, soul, and mind.For this reason few find True Love after Love’s initial spark,Because the Flame of Love burns out before they can upon, embark.

Saturday, July 11, 2015

Inspirational credit: Thanks to dear Naomi Allen​... her Pearls of Wisdom:"❤ It's true what they say "We teach people how to treat us by what we allow." As children we may have limited power and choice but as adults the responsibility is ours to stand up and say NO to anyone treating us badly - regardless of the relationship..... Surprisingly the world doesn't end only the dysfunction in the relationship does."Always inspiring hope with encouraging words of, Always dispensing both with her Heart of Love! ((hugs)) xoxox ♥

"Keep On Shining"

When another treats you badly, testing your reserve,Abusively with disrespect in ways you don't deserve,It's because they're unhappy with themselves as they seeAnd seek then to bring down others to share in their misery.

Rather than taking the initiative to themselves improve,They try to pull others down into their bleak, dismal groove.Folks who live in misery resent those who rise above,Accept the elements of hatred instead of cultivating Love.

These such individuals become and are so addictedTo the drug of misery and can't see they have inflictedUpon themselves the state they're in, choosing thus to wallow,Cloak themselves in darkness, sucking others in to follow.

Some folks within themselves see no fault or blame,For a person lost in darkness without a candle flameCannot see what's hidden in their dark and gloomy place,Until another's Light reveals what they do not wish to face.

When they're made to see what they're harbouring inside, Too painful to accept, they call on their ego and its prideTo do what ego does best, which is deception of its host,Disowning that which needs to be focused on the most.

Declining ownership of their traits less appealing,Because of discomfort with themselves they're feeling,They in turn fling them in the direction of the Light,Both to rid themselves and dim one who is shining bright.

They can choose to ignite, bring flame to their spark,Dwelling deep inside them, obscured by the darkOr they can choose to remain in darkness, tread,In their state of misery, refuse from to be led.

There will be some who will want and will choose to change,Who will look closer into themselves to better rearrangeTheir priorities to place Love's Elements above bitters of hate,So they too can rise above for Light their darkness to negate.

But there'll be those who'll choose to in their quagmire wallow,Stubbornly rebuke change and into the Light refuse to follow.Not only will they choose to in their murky waters stay,They'll be consumed with desire to steal your Light away.

When another treats you badly, testing your reserve,Abusively with disrespect in ways you don't deserve,Just Keep On Shining bright your Light, brilliantly present,Others can choose to shine with you or labour in lament.

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Commenter: Awesome Artsieladie my friend""" A truth beautifully narrated with sweeter way""" voice of billions of hurted heartsGod bless you friend.. ♥ January 29, 2014 at 2:49am Sharon Donnelly: Thank you. I think it's one of the cruelest things one can do is play
with another's heart and emotions, having no intentions of really ever
loving them for real. God bless you too my friend..♥January 29, 2014 at 2:56am Commenter: You're very right...And nowadays its so common on social media, where innocent souls are cheated by the fakes....January 29, 2014 at 3:08amSharon Donnelly:
So true unfortunately. I guess when some people go on the Internet,
they forget to bring along their conscience or perhaps, they
intentionally leave it behind.January 29, 2014 at 3:17am

Trouble is, the "Commenter" stating what they did just previously, "And nowadays its so common on social media, where innocent souls are cheated by the fakes....", was the very same person who, a few months later began to get really sweet on me and then professed his PROFOUND Love to/for me, plus with so many images of flowers, hearts, lovey-dovey stuff, and so much other super sweet and fragrant talk, KNOWING all the while what he was professing to me was FAKE! The point is, even people who "seem" to be true and real, aren't, even when they speak against "fake-ism". So apparently I would become the innocent soul cheated by the fake, him. :(

..And then when I was able to put pieces together that were indicative of he not caring as he had professed, well then I became the bad person, of course. The Truth always comes out sooner or later and when it does, the fakers, the liars, the connivers, etc. don't like it and try to shift the blame onto someone else, like the one they've wronged especially.

So please...Don't even knock upon the door of my heart,And there'll be no finish without a start,To bring me heartache and pain to endureIs not what I want nor am I looking for.One piece of advice before you leave,The day is coming when you shall grieve,Not for the hearts you've hurt in your wake,But for your own when it becomes at stake.

Don't Toy With My Heart; don't play your game.Keep on truckin' and bear the shame,For one who plays with another's emotions,Will weep one day rivers and oceans.If you don't love me, then leave me be,There are many, many more fish in the sea,One day you'll fall for a heart like your ownAnd you shall reap just what you've sown.

Men in general are known to conceal and hide their feelings and emotions. For centuries it has been instilled in men that showing their feelings and emotions is an indicator of a man being weak if he does. Personally, I like it especially when a man shows his feelings and emotions because it shows he has a heart. I think a man who does is a strong man because for a man it takes courage to do so and it shows he is true to himself and he's comfortable with and confident in himself and doesn't allow society or others to dictate who he is.

But when it comes to a woman, part of her beauty lies within her showing feelings and emotions for she shows then her heart, her compassion and passion, her warmth, her softness, her Love. An "Iron Woman" is not to be confused with a "Strong Woman" however, for they are not the same. I think what I'm trying to say is best explained on this Facebook post: https://www.facebook.com/Tantra.Templet/posts/10153714521684688

Which I'm quoting here from but translated:"Many women are trying to reach to a form of emotional stability, or
constancy, where they can always have the same mood and always
accomplish the same end, and always be the same as yesterday and
tomorrow. So they practice meditation, mindfulness and undergo various
therapies to be quiet and emotionally identical and avoid fluctuations.

But being emotionally alike every day is a masculine quality that the
masculine brain, the masculine body and the masculine hormones supports -
it is one of Shiva's qualities, the universally masculine. It is not
what the female body, mind and energy can or should be.

When a
woman is trying to become emotionally one every day, and to avoid
fluctuations and changes, she cuts herself off from his energy, his
heart, his true nature, and from everything that can create, enchant,
seduce, and give the whole world glow and life.

The art of a
woman is not to avoid emotional fluctuations, but to love one's
feelings, express them in love and take care of them and respect them -
that is where she connects with his energy, his full sensuality,
creative abilities and his ecstasy.

It is just so sad to see a
woman suppress her feelings and try to get them to go away as it is to
see a man suppress his strength, vision of life and its purpose.

Female, love your body and your feelings - and you will see a completely
different response from the world around you and within you." - Shakti.

Never shows emotion nor that she has a heart.Always so composed, each and every part.When one is near her, a cold chill they'll feel,When she looks at you, her eyes are like steel.

Her words, when she speaks, are without life,I pity the poor man who takes her as his wife.Always so practical, where Love doesn't thriveAnd without Love, one can't really be alive.

A woman without emotion is like a black night,No moon, no stars, all wonder lost from sight.A woman who expresses not feelings or emotions,Is like waterless, the being of the seas and oceans.

To see an Iron Woman is truly sad, such a pitiful tragedyAll that beautifies her's locked up, thrown away the key.What it must be like to appear more like a manThan to set free her heart like only a woman can.

I am not an Iron Woman nor will I ever be.I have too much Love inside to not let others see.Yes, I am emotional and yes my feelings show,And my heart is clearly visible for everyone to know.

I can't imagine being any other wayNor do I want to be, my real is on display,For I do not spend time on or make the mistake,To waste my energy on being anything of fake.

No one ever has to guess where I'm coming from.I speak from my heart. Love beats my drum.If I had to be an Iron Woman, impossible this would be,Because having a heart full of Love fuels my creativity!